The Gift (Muse)
As soon as She left I knew there was something brewing. Little did I know that She knew something was brewing, as well.
“Go on,” She whispered from behind the bookshelf. “Go on! You can’t let this one one go,” She insisted.
To myself, I was thinking, “What! The door has barely closed.”
“You know what I mean,” She continued. “It’s not what you think. We’ll talk about that later. It’s…